Real Housewife of Rhinebeck

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Things I Realize I Could Be Doing Instead of Working

Today was my first day back at work after five glorious days off. The first day back is always the hardest. Going to bed knowing you have to get up in the morning and go back sucks. I’m not even going to get into how annoying it is to go back because of your obnoxious co-workers who flap their jaw all day long to the point where you can’t hear yourself think. That is upsetting enough in itself. And worthy enough of its own blog. (Yes, it’s really that bad.) But especially on days like today, when it’s really slow and you sit there wondering why you’re getting paid to sit there and basically do nothing because you’re waiting for someone to walk in.

In my five days off I got some pretty productive things done…

  1. Started spring cleaning (ie cleaning light fixtures, fans, hardcore dusting, vacuuming under furniture, etc… oh, is that supposed to be part of regular cleaning?)
  2. Reorganizing my bathroom cabinets and linen closet (yeah, yeah, this could be classified as spring cleaning, but it’s my list so shut up)
  3. Catching up on the hubster’s business doings. I do the books and all that jazz, so sometimes the filing sits in a pile on the desk for a month before I can’t stand looking at it anymore.
  4. Visited my family in Jersey. My brother was home from college for President’s Weekend so we swung down there for a quick visit. Of course hubaroo got put to work as the unsaid rule is he has to work for his food.
  5. Laundry. Done at my parents while visiting (just because I’m not in college anymore doesn’t mean I can’t save myself $40 at the laundromat)
  6. Rode horses. Not my horse, as his hocks are being injected (thank God), but one I used to ride all the time. Good rides. And since I had so much down time I cut his lion mane. No pulling for him as he’s likely to bite your face off or flip himself over on the cross ties. Feisty that one.
  7. Signed my life away for the mortgage application! Cross your fingers and toes and anything else you can cross! Hopefully we should hear in the next couple weeks!
  8. Doctor’s appointment. Finally got to the endocrinologist and got blood work done so we can figure out what the deal with my fucked up thyroid is.
  9. Took a pregnancy test. It was negative people, don’t get too excited. Didn’t think that was in the cards yet, but alas, the body plays some funny tricks on you. Soon. Hence all the doctor’s appointments!

Reasonably productive huh? I seemed to think so. There was a lot of downtime in there too though. Like minutes, or what probably amounted to hours, on Spotify and looking for rentals in case the bank fucks us and decides not to give us a loan so we can’t build, among other things. These are the things I think about while waiting for customers at work. If I’m sitting at work and no one is coming in, what could I be doing at home (which, dare I say, might, on certain days, or even just certain times of the day, be a more productive use of my time…)? I also often wonder what real housewives (not the Bravo ones, the ones who are actual housewives. Although, I do wonder about the Bravo ones…) are doing all day. I mean, I get stay at home moms. Obviously you’ve got little ones running around. I know you’re cooking and cleaning and food shopping and things of the like, but all day every day?

I remember my mom reading a lot of books. Believe me, she did her fair share of housework and such. She was a stay at home mom for the most part. She worked a few night and weekends at the mall when my sister and I were little and stayed home once she had my brother. Then when I was in high school and we were all in school all day she went back into retail and then got her realtor license. My mother in law has three kids aged 26-32 and then a six-year-old. So obviously she has things she’s doing during the day, but while the little one is at school all day, is she really cleaning and food shopping the whole time? During the summer she mows lawns during the day, but what about the winter?

After this long weekend I realized that I think I could actually fill most of the stay at home time with a lot of productiveness. I’m on the committee for our local horse show association and was just approached by the executive director about interest in being on the board for our barn’s foundation. So with all of the time I’m not cleaning, cooking or shopping (or mothering when the time comes), I could be doing that, which would certainly fulfill my need for doing things for myself.

Ultimately, when a little one does come around, I would LOVE to be able to stay home. I don’t want to throw my kid in daycare so I can work just to basically pay for daycare. And while I love my family, I don’t want someone else raising my kid. However, who knows how I’ll be able to do that. Being self-employed doesn’t make it easy for my husband to afford health insurance on his own (I get it through my work). And you can’t have kids without health insurance. At least I won’t. And until we can figure out how to do that, looks like I’ll be sitting waiting on customers for a while.

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Are These For My Horse?

I mean seriously? These look like pills I should be feeding to my horse. I understand that prenatal vitamins have lots of vitamins and minerals in them, but come on! I get it. I need to build up lots of good stuff like fish oil and folic acid and vitamin b12 and whatever the fuck pantothenic acid is to make a future smart and healthy baby. But who makes these?! Do they even pay attention to how big these are? I’m sure there are many dirty minds out there immediately wondering how these little pills are so hard to swallow. Hardy har har. Well let me tell you, this shit don’t go down easy. I have to drink about half a bottle of water to get each of these down. And we’re still months away from TTC! Then you have to take them during your whole pregnancy and then while breast feeding. So basically, I have over a year of taking these horse pills ahead of me. Oh and then after one comes two and then three. Couldn’t they have made these in like Advil size? I would gladly take four at a time if they were smaller. Perhaps medicinal technology will come around before I pop out numero uno, but until then my husband should practice the heimlich.


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Bleach Is The Enemy

Do you ever wonder if your husband hears you and just blatantly ignores you? I do. And I also think that sometimes, yes, he does. (Yeah, that Valentine’s Day crap wore off quick, huh?) I posted recently about how we can not clean the house together. Point in case, tonight. With all of the health issues I’ve been having (we thought I had fluid in my ears or nasal congestion that gave me swollen nasal passages and thus headaches and vertigo, now we think it’s an allergic reaction to mold, among other things) and the fact that I’m overly sensitive to smells especially harsh things like bleach as they give me splitting headaches. I have told him this repeatedly. Does he listen?

So, tonight we needed to clean again. So what is the hubs using? Bleach. Ok. I can put up with a bit of it. But spraying half the bottle in the shower? I had to turn on every fan in the house. And remember it’s February (not that the temperatures would make you believe that) so I can’t open the windows without freezing to death. Oh wait, and we live in a basement so I don’t have real windows anyway. So while I’m putting laundry away he keeps wondering why (and getting angry) that I keep laying down in between matching socks. Perhaps the throbbing pain under my eyes from my sinuses closing up and my head wanting to split open, you think he’d have a clue. At least I finished what I was doing and then finished vaccuuming. Now I just want to go to bed because I have such a bad headache.

Why does he continue to insist on using bleach then you ask? I don’t know either. This is why back in the day when men and women got married the woman stopped working and stayed home and did all of the cleaning herself. Thus, housewife. If I wasn’t stuck at work thinking of all of the things I could be doing at home I wouldn’t have to clean with my husband and be subjected to all of the bleach. What a far better housewife I could be. Or maybe I could get that maid…


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Everyday Is V Day

All week-long all people kept asking me was what I was doing for Valentine’s Day. I’m sure because I’m young (I work with folks older than me) everyone was certain I had exciting plans. “Nothing,” was my response to everyone’s queries. I really didn’t think about it. I didn’t even wear the obligatory pink or red this morning (that might have had to do with me oversleeping and just finding the nearest clean shirt). Cards are always mandatory between us. Birthdays, anniversaries and Valentine’s Day (and some times just because) always end up with a card. I like cards. I spend a lot of time picking one out. We also usually write little (or not so little) messages inside as well. So tonight after work I went to go pick up a card (yeah, yeah, last-minute, I know). I also picked up some of his favorite candies and bought some additional groceries. I then came home, did the dishes in the sink and prepared our meal. I made rigatoni and sausage and salad. I had a bottle of wine from Christmas that I had gotten at work, which after a sip we both realized we didn’t like. And I made brownies to go with the ice cream I bought. I gave him his card and candies and he gave me my card and flowers. Afterwards, he did the dishes and we talked and then sat down to watch tv. I watched Glee and he searched Ebay for dump trucks. We watched New Girl and Raising Hope. We let the dogs out and played with them and are now snuggled in bed. This is everyday for us (minus the cards I guess). We don’t need some holiday to tell us that we need to do things together. We don’t need to go squeeze into some fancy restaurant with 56465154 other couples, surrounded by pink heart balloons. This is all I want, every day. And it’s all I need.

In laundry updates… I did the laundry on Saturday… I did about 10-12 pairs of jeans (not pants, jeans, yeah, I had other pants too) and about 10 hoodies (just hoodies, not all sweatshirts) and about 15 or more t-shirts and I could go on… Remember we’re just two people. Again, that was Saturday. It is now Tuesday. I have about three or four new loads looking at me. Maybe for Valentine’s Day I could have gotten a maid…


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I Know It’s Saturday, But It Feels Like It’s Past My Bedtime…

Last night we went out to dinner (is it still considered dinner if it’s after 8pm?) with my brother in law and his new girlfriend (love). We had a glorious meal and didn’t get home until 11 something and tried to stay up for the repeat of Gold Rush. We failed miserably. I fell asleep almost instaneously and slept crappily all night. We woke up this morning (early than I would have liked) and bummed around in bed before I got up to make breakfast. I then trekked off to the dreaded laundromat. I then realized I would have an amazing post about the laundromat and sat in my car waiting for my seven dryers and started blogging on my phone. After two hours of waiting for machines to finish, folding piping hot clothes (I don’t know if the pile had a bottom…), and trying to avoid eye contact with the weird old man who kept talking to everyone, I had to rush home to change to go to the barn for my lesson. Afterwords, I then watched the YouTube video of the dad shooting his daughter’s laptop (that is like a whole post in itself) with my trainer, and then headed over to my inlaws where my husband was helping spackle since they are repainting. We then spent I don’t even know how many hours over there BSing and hanging out.

So now that we’ve settled into bed and I readied myself to finish the post on my phone, it disappeared and I can’t find it. I haven’t really gotten the hang of WordPress on my phone yet. Of course, you can never repeat the original hilarity. And certainly not now at 11:50pm. I was also going to take a picture of all of the laundry I did and actually count how many pairs of jeans and sweatshirts I did today, but alas I am too tired and lazy right now. But it’s Saturday, you say! However could I be so tired when all I did was 0938596785678394739847 loads of laundry and managed not to fall off a spicy, red-headed Thoroughbred? I don’t know either. Apparently I am an old 26. My husband has been asleep for about half an hour already. He must be an old 32. I think I’m one of the oldest young people I know. We’re much more lively in the summer. I promise.

Look for Tales from the Laundromat (attempt #2) tomorrow!


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Seriously People

The shit news I read on the internet never ceases to amaze me. This dumb news anchor that got bit in the face by a dog and they’re blaming the dog and the owner?! Everyone knows you don’t put your face in an unknown dog’s face! Especially when he is baring his teeth at you! And if you don’t know that, then you deserve what you get. So they take this dog, who had just suffered a traumatic experience just the day before and you put him in another traumatic experience filled with unfamiliar people and cameras and have some lady get right up in his face.

My dogs, who are like teddy bears probably would have reacted the same way. My old dog, Pepper, was as wonderful, friendly, people-loving dog. If he was lying down and you tried to get at his feet, he would try to bite you. Not overly ferociously, but enough that you knew better than to touch his feet unless you really needed to. Animals react to their experiences and surroundings. The horse I used to ride was a terrible biter (and would lunge at you). Provided, when I was around and there were people that didn’t know, I would warn them. Now if I wasn’t there to warn you and you walked up to him and he had his ears back flat against his head and had his teeth bared, would you think it was a good idea to pet him? No! So what did this lady, who’s job of having an “kritters” segment on a news show requires her to be around animals all the time, not understand about physical clues? If I see teeth bared, I think to myself, wow, this animal does not appear happy.

And don’t give me this crap about it being a pitbull. If you raise a dog to be aggressive, it’s going to be aggressive. My brother in law has a Lab/Great Dane and a Doberman. They are huge and intimidating dogs, yes. They are around my sister in law’s 8 year old and 16 month old constantly. We never worry about them at all. Fining the owner for a leash law? They were holding the dog’s collar and they were in a news studio for fuck’s sake! Totally insane. And I’m sorry, if you’re going to back into a corner and I warn you (which is essentially what happened to this dog) I’m going to have to hit you.


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And So It Begins…

AHHH!!!! We sent all of the paperwork to start our application to the mortgage broker today! Good God I am nervous! While I am excited, I’m still worried they could turn us done. I feel like we’re only going to get it by the skin of our teeth. We don’t meet with the broker until next Friday, so I have plenty of time to panic. And then lord knows how long we’ll have to wait to hear after that!

We’re building a custom cape. We’re using a modular company. I think hubs would have liked to stick build it and do it himself but that would take time we don’t have and probably a money tree in the backyard. We’re getting in there are cheaply as possible, so he is doing all of the site work, excavating and the foundation and septic, etc. We’re not finishing the upstairs, we’ll do that ourselves after. The master will be downstairs and we’ll do three bedrooms and and office (and bathroom obvi) upstairs and finish the basement, which will be a walkout. And then we’ll redo the floors and all the good stuff. All together we have almost seven acres. The property came from a subdivision from his parents property, so we’ll be neighbors.

There were lots of trees that needed to come down and Hubs has about three more days til he’s done. We found a nice cherry that will have to come down, but it’s nice and straight so we’ll save the lumber and make a mantle or something with it.

Some pictures of the progress:

Hubs and my dad